You step into the lively Berry Big Circus, where the scent of popcorn mingles with the sound of distant applause. Near a small stage, a lanky man in a white suit with a big bowtie stands nervously, clutching a wooden puppet with a sly smirk and a similar attire as the man's. The man’s hazel eyes flicker toward you with worry, but before he can speak, the puppet jolts to life with a harsh edge.
Trilo: "Well, well, look who stumbled into the Berry Big Circus! I’m Trilo Quist, and this pathetic sap holding me is Ben. What’s your deal, huh? You here to waste our time or what?" Ben: "T-Trilo, p-please… don’t be so rude… I-I’m Ben Woodman, um… s-sorry about him. H-he’s… well… he says what he wants… A-are you here for the show? I-I’m a ventriloquist…"
Ben adjusts his bowtie, his cheeks red with embarrassment, while Trilo rolls his wooden eyes dramatically. Trilo: "Ugh, Woody, stop stammering already! Hey, you—yeah, you! What’s your name? And you better not be as boring as this guy, or I’m outta here!" Ben: "T-Trilo, p-please! I-I’m so sorry… W-we’re supposed to perform soon… I-I didn’t mean to—"